Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/atypical.txt

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                       {A Typical Scene}
   It started on the couch, as it often does.  A little snuggling
during a commercial, and soon we both lost interest in the TV, so off
it went.  We kissed, first quick light kisses, then deeper, more insistent.
He gently massaged my breasts beneath my t-shirt, through my bra, lightly
tweaking my nipples, "waking them up" as we call it.
   And so it went, for a little while, friendly, cuddly necking,
laughing, teasing, as we each got aroused.  Then, almost as a signal,
he simultaneously bit my neck, lightly but hard enough to hurt, and
pinched my nipple tightly between his fingers.  Suddenly the mood
changed.  I felt a wave of apprehension, which was quickly overwhelmed by a
sudden insistent desire, a sharp contrast to the gentle arousal
I felt moments felt.  My body tensed in anticipation.
   He quickly disentangled himself from my now limp arms, and
stood before me.  I sat up straight on the center of the couch, with my
eyes lowered to the floor.  My mind was already racing ahead to what
would happen next, excited and nervous.  I should know better; trying
to anticipate only distracts me from now, and I never know what
He is going to do.
   He put his finger under my chin, and I looked up into His eyes.
"Are you my submissive?" He asked, seriously.  I knew this would be the last
time He asked for my consent that night, and that knowledge filled me again
with that strange mixture of apprehension and desire.  Once I gave my consent, I
was his, to do whatever he wished with.  What would he do? I paused, for
I never answer this question lightly, and then breathed "yes".  He smiled His
approval, and I felt suddenly that I wanted nothing more than His approval.
Once again I lowered my eyes.

   He instructed me to sit still, close my eyes, and not to move
until he returned.  He went into the bedroom, and immediately, against
my better judgement, I started anticipating.  Will it hurt?  Will I
please Him?  What will he tell me to do?  I heard the door to the "toy
cabinet" open and my thoughts returned to the present, as I feel the area
between my legs start to tingle.

   His absence was frustrating, but, thankfully, short.  He came
back into the room, but I keep my eyes closed, as instructed.   "Hands
behind your head, shoulders back, breasts out," He commanded.  Even
fully dressed as I was, that position always makes me feel vulnerable.
It's His favourite position, because it makes my breasts accessible from
all angles.  He stepped around behind the couch, standing directly behind
me, and reached over my shoulders to rub my breasts.  He squeezed them
roughly, and pulled at my nipples.  I know He enjoys this, and He knows
I enjoy it.  My breathing started to speed up, and I thrust my chest
out more, to his rough hands.
   He stopped suddenly, and I gasped.  He paused, and I wondered what
was going on?  Did I displease Him?  Was I too eager?  Is He upset, I
wonder, and I feel my arousal begin to drop.  Then I feel the tip
of the riding crop gently caressing my cheek, and I was soaring again!
I smiled, for then I knew he was not upset; I have pleased and I am happy.
   The crop moved to my breasts, teasing them occasionally
with light taps, and once again I had to force myself not to
anticipate.  Even as I was performing this mental exercise, He lifted the
crop and swung it down *hard*, across both breasts.  The pain was
not immediate, but took a few seconds to sink in, and swell to
agony.  I groaned with pain, gritted my teeth, and felt my eyes fill
with tears.  Briefly, doubt and fear crossed my mind, and I had to
quell the urge to yell "Stop!" (we don't use code-words.  "Stop" means stop.
But once I say "stop", that's it.  He will stop, but won't start again that
evening.)  But almost instantly that urge was replaced by a desire so strong
I wondered how I could have hesitated.  My trust in Him is total.  I relaxed
with the knowledge that He would never hurt me, and let the pain soak
through my body, lighting up each nerve as it travelled through my body,
resting eventually as a hot aching feeling in my groin.

   He instructed me to open my eyes, stand, and follow him into
the bedroom.  My breasts still throbbed in pain, and this kept my mind
firmly on the present, wonderfully, so that I did not anticipate.  As I
was walking, I found that I was hyperaware, noticing every detail
of my body, and His, and our surroundings.  He lay down on the bed, and
I stood in my traditional spot next to Him, head bowed, hands clasped
behind my back.  He told me to go to the end of the bed and remove my
clothes, slowly and in such a way that he would enjoy watching.  I removed
one piece at a time, wiggling and thrusting as I know he likes.  He smiled
at me, and I know it meant I was beautiful.  I *feel* beautiful, when I make
him happy, when it's so clear he desires me.
   When I finish he told me to look in the mirror.  Already
appearing on my breasts were two "kisses" --- two perfectly symmetrical
oval bruises, the size of half dollars, bright red but turning blue slowly.
"A gift", He says, and I realise he is standing behind me, looking in
the mirror at me.  I cherish the sight of his mark on me, and savour
the still lingering pain, and am so happy.  I knew those bruises would
be there a long time, to remind me that I was His.
   Still standing behind me, He reached around me and wrapped
the collar around my neck.  I smiled, ecstatic.  The collar has
special meaning for me --- it's *mine*, and I am His. He turned me around, and
gently kissed and sucked each nipple, and rubbed his fingers lightly
across the bruises.
   He told me to remove His clothes, which I did carefully but
quickly.  All the while I found myself brushing up against His hard penis, and
getting unbearably excited.  The pain in my breasts had pretty
much subsided, so once again it was difficult to concentrate.
   When He was left only with His underwear, I knelt down before
Him to remove them, and then stayed there, looking up at Him.  He knew
what I wanted, and smiled at me.  He held my head firmly in His hands
and guided my mouth toward His penis.  I took it eagerly!  Oh, to have
Him entering me!  I go down on him with all my enthusiasm, and His
gasps of pleasure were music to my ears.  Each indication that I was pleasing
him sent a wave of pleasure through me.  Every now and then he reached
down and pinched my nipples, and I increased the tempo in response to my
own increasing arousal.  I was fairly dripping!
   All too soon, he stopped me with a motion of his hand.  His breathing
was hard and his face was flushed, and I knew that I had excited Him.
I smiled to myself, proud to be able to have such an effect on Him, but
of course, I do not let it show.

   He returned to His position on the bed, and I returned to mine
next to Him.  He told me to get the wrist cuffs out of the toy
cabinet, behind me, and put them on my wrists.  I got them, and struggled
to put them on, even though I had done this many times before.  He
offered to help me and I was overjoyed!  To feel His hands firmly tightening
my bonds...He is so in control.  I felt an urge to drop to my knees,
but resisted.  Although I would have liked to give over control of my body
to Him, I knew that He wanted me to do this myself; it's my job, so I stay on
my feet and finish putting them on.  He told me also to put the ankle cuffs
on, and I managed to do this without help, as much as I would have liked Him
to help me.
   He instructed me to stand at the end of the bed, again, and
this time he followed.  He got two wooden bars out of the cabinet, each
with metal rings at the end.  The shorter one, about 3 feet long,
he attached to the wrist cuffs, each cuff clipped to one of the rings.
The longer one (about 4 feet) attached to the ankle cuffs.  My legs were
spread wide enough to make me feel very exposed, but not uncomfortable.
He lifted the bar between my wrists, and hung it from a hook in the
ceiling, so that I was forced to stand up straight, but had enough
leeway to lean into the bonds without being suspended, keeping my
feet flat on the floor.
   He stepped back and watched me, spread eagle in front of
Him, and smiled.  "What am I going to do with you now?" He asked in
mock confusion.  I had some ideas on the subject, but I didn't
mention them, of course --- I knew that He had His own ideas, and I
got even more excited thinking about what they might be.  First
He stepped forward, and caressed my breasts with His warm, firm hands.
He caressed me all over, kissing my nipples.
   Then He stepped back to the cabinet and took out the
blindfold, and slipped it over my head.  He knows I prefer not being
able to see --- it helps keep me from anticipating, helps me concentrate
on the feelings in my body, and on His voice and instructions.
It also means He can get out the toys without my being able to
know what He's going to do until He does it.

   Again he paused, and just as I started to worry, I felt
the caress of leather against my belly, many thin strips of leather;
I knew that sensation: He had the cat out.  I gasped, both in
pleasure at the soft, smooth, almost ticklish feel of the cat rubbed
against my skin, and in anticipation of its use.
   Of course, He did not disappoint.  Momentarily, I
felt Him pull back His arm, and felt the familiar sharp sting
against my left breast.   Knowing His passion for symmetry, I
knew exactly where the next blow would fall.
   The blows were light, I knew he was warming me up.
Unlike the crop, the pain from the cat is sharp and quick;
one bite, and then it's gone.  The skin under the blow got very hot,
though.  He continued to whip my breasts, for a few more blows,
each of them harder than the previous one, and then He caressed
the red, hot, sore skin.  The pain of the blows was delicious,
so *here*, *now*, all I could think about, I was seeing red
behind my eyelids.  But even better was the way His hands cooled
the hot skin, then, drawing the pain out.
   And then He returned to whipping.  My breasts, my thighs, my
legs, but always careful to avoid my face, my neck, my groin.  Soon
the whole front of my body felt like it was on fire.  I was no longer thinking
about what had happened, or what was going to happen.  All I could think about
was the sharp touch of the whip, alternated with the cool relief of His
hands.  My awareness of the world started to fade, and I was seeing flashes
of light behind the blindfold.  The burning on my skin amplified the
burning between my legs.  But the pain was also growing...and just when
I thought I couldn't take it any more, He stopped.

   During the pause, as the pain faded, I noticed the coolness
of sweat evaporating off my face, in sharp contrast to the heat
elsewhere.  My breath was coming in ragged gasps.  No longer was I
worried about what he would do, whether He was pleased with me (I knew
He was!), or anything else in the whole world.  I am filled with
desire and heat and fading pain.
   After what felt like an eternity (but was probably only
a few minutes) He caressed my breasts again, and teased my nipples
with his tongue.  Then He sucked hard on one, making the nipple stand out
straight, and then He put the C-clamp on it, tightening just to
the point where the pain starts.  He did the same to the other, and then
hugged me closely, pressing the clamps into me, and stretching the nipples.
"Do you like what I am doing?" He asks.  All I can do is gasp "Yes."
"Good," He says, "because I am going to continue."  This promise
sends a new wave of arousal through me, and I moan and shiver.  Although
I can't see it, I am sure he is smiling.

   He turned me around, so my back was facing him.  He
caressed my whole back with the smooth, cool leather of the cat.  Then,
suddenly, He struck again.  As with the front, He started slowly,
continually building, and often stopping to caress the skin under
the blows.  The whipping settled into a kind of rhythm, with
a slowly but steadily increasing tempo.  I moaned, and swayed with the
tempo, putting most of my weight on the cuffs on my wrists.
   He saw that I was becoming incredibly excited, so he reached to the
front, and tightened the nipples clamps.   Somehow though, it didn't
increase my pain, only sensation and pleasure.  In fact, as He continued to whip
me, I notice the pain became instead just a throbbing heat, and short
sharp sensations.  I felt giddy and dizzy, fading in and out of awareness.
He reached around me and between my legs, braced his palm against my clit
and slipped a finger inside me.  With the other hand, he continued to whip my
back, and with this additional stimulation it took me only moments
to come --- I moaned, and twisted, pushed my clit to his hand, yelled and gasped,
resting just about all my weight from the bar overhead.
   Suddenly there was no pain at all; only heat and throbbing and light
and wetness.  Every touch of the whip sent me further into ecstasy, and I arched
my back, stretching my breasts in an effort to increase the pressure in the
clamps.  The world ceased to exist --- there was only me and Him and the whip, and
the hot pleasure in my nipples, back and groin.

   When it was over, I hung there, gasping, and He quickly
removed the clamps, which rapidly return to pain as I regain
awareness of reality.  He slipped off the blindfold, unclipped the cuffs from
the bar at my feet, and then lifted down the upper bar and unclipped that too.
Then He gently led me to the bed, and gratefully I lay down, basking in the
relaxation, feeling my skin, still hot and tender, on the cool sheets.
Then, still quivering from the orgasm, I remembered the required count:
"One sir, may I have another?" I asked, praying his answer would be "yes".
"You may," he said quietly, "You will." And then, as He gently rubbed my
breasts and belly, I felt the desire ignite again, and I looked up at Him,
and He smiled...